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Poszłam sie przejść na spacer do lasu przed zajeciami i istenieje 90% szansy że będzie mi sie chcialo pojsc do jebanej biedronki i napewno kupię puddingi + papier ryżowy :>>
Btw kupilam te crispy rollsy mega dobre są, teraz ide polowac na blacka wild strawberry zero..
#az do kosci#motylki#chce byc perfekcyjna#jestem motylkiem#chce byc lekka jak motylek#blogi motylkowe#motylki blog#bede idealna#lekka jak motyl#chce widziec swoje kosci
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@polowac said:
[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . (fixing armor more like)
non-sexual acts of dominance ( accepting )
❛ ah – ❜ running across rooftops and shooting from trees is not exactly conducive to wearing armor. pauldrons are cumbersome and get in the way of hellhound’s speed and agility. breastplates are much the same, with the added drawback of being restrictive. however, traveling on foot and with a companion has made hellhound more vulnerable to attack; after finally healing from her side being pierced by an arrow, she has decided to take a leaf out of geralt’s book and invest in leather armor. the armor is a bit too big – her tall, lean frame doesn’t fit the model for most smiths, so it shifts often, sometimes without her even noticing. geralt notices – he’s perceptive, he knows how armor works better than she does. when he reaches out to shift the chestplate and lace it tighter at her side, hellhound refrains from wrenching his head back and stabbing him in the jugular as is her first instinct. the touch still earns a hard flinch. involuntary, unexplained, and she turns her head away with a bitter expression as he ties the knot tighter so that it won’t come loose again. the action earns no thanks, only a wary stare. then – ❛ ask next time, or i will break your fingers. ❜ it’s more warning than most get. if he were anyone else, she would have a blade buried deep in their throat by now. a sign of respect, however unrecognizable. hellhound rolls her shoulders, grimacing at the heavy weight of the armor upon her chest. ❛ how do you move in this shit? ❜
#>> IN.#polowac#>> PRETTY PRICES FOR WITCHER HEADS. ( polowac | geralt )#{ hellhound respects one (1) person }#{ she's very touch-averse with people she doesn't trust but you know what. they DO usually get injured or killed so yknow }#{ geralt's got a leg up }
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powiem coś tu bo tu nie ma monologu nikt mi nie przewie i nie pokiwa głową bez zrozumienia i pustymi oczami oceni, bez zastanowienia nad całą sprawa, nie powie weź się zastanów co Ty gadasz. zadni wrogowie pod przykrywką przyjaciół nie spróbują skraść tajemnicy i jak kon trojanski pod osłona nocy wypelznac na wszystjie srony, przybierając maskę dobrego człowieka, naprawdę dobrego słuchacza który doradzi, pomoże i mozna pomyslec zrozumie. a później? powie to ludzia z betonu którzy nie widzą nic innego tylko siebie. właśnie dlatego " tajemnica nie zostaje niewyjawiona nie z braku słuchacza, lecz z braku zrozumienia". chyba po tostworzyli ta stronę. zamiast powiedzieć to konią można wypluc na ekran swoje myśli, problemy, tajemnice. czuję się jak pises wychowany przez wilki. kiedy byl jeszcze szczeniakiem nikt nie zwracał uwagi że wygląda inaczej niż reszta w sumie wyglądał jak jeden z nich i nikt nie widział różnicy. jednak teraz kiedy wilczki stały się prawdziwymi wilkami alfa mają swoje watachy, polują i walczą między sobą o wadery. pies stał się dla nich dziwnym stworzeniem podobnym ale ale obcym został więc odtracony. psina za wolna zeby nadazyc za watacha za slabya zeby polowac i nie zgodnya genetycznie zeby miec potomstwo. nie należy do żadnego życia. nie jest wilkiem ni psem. czuje się jak wilk ale nikt nie widzi w nim wilka, jest nikim. wilcze życie wpajane przez lata nie zastąpi psiego. więc czuję się obco wszedzie. jest wilkiem w skórze kundla. jak duch uwięziony między dwoma światami. błąka się, nie mogąc znaleźć właściwej drogi i swojego miejsca.
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❛ ... hm. ❜ it’s a sound in response to the quiet footsteps approaching her from behind. bow laid out across her knees, hellhound sits at the edge of the rooftop, allowing her veil of smoking hair to rustle around her body in a cool night’s breeze. a glance behind her confirms her suspicion. a suspicion that the people are fed up, reaching their limit – tired of being scared of the wolf stalking the shadows. so fed up that they have called upon someone they hate to deal with it. like nothing we’ve ever seen, they murmur to each other, to the envoys they send out; it needs no full moon, only for you to anger it. that’s when . . . their accounts of hellhound’s transformation tend to differ with each retelling. the base is there – the girl, anger, the wolf. red eyes, black fur, fangs. sometimes it’s multiple heads. sometimes many eyes or a size larger than a house. always – always – she tears her victims to shreds. the woman stands to her full height, pale blue eyes cutting into geralt’s amber ones. i know who you are, the look says. ❛ here to strike me down with that silver blade? ❜
#>> IN.#>> VERSE ( witcher: beasts of a feather flock together. )#polowac#{ i . have no idea what city or town this is in. take ur pick }#{ thats a placeholder tag until i come up w/ smth better. vov people have probably been claiming she's either a werewolf or a warg }#{ or something else ... wolfy }#{ maybe an actual hellhound? i know theres one in tw1 }#{ also! hi! super excited to write with you }#{ hellhound and geralt are a similar brand of grumpy loner so i am curious as to how they'll interact }
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send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse. ( accepting )
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
#polowac#>> PRETTY PRICES FOR WITCHER HEADS. ( polowac | geralt )#>> OUT.#{ NICE. NICE NICE NICE }#>> I WILL HUNT QUEUE DOWN.
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character relation tag drop.
#>> WEARING A WOLF'S SMILE. ( prphyrik | vicente )#>> PRETTY PRICES FOR WITCHER HEADS. ( polowac | geralt )#>> EXCUSE ME; PRINCESS. ( isa )#>> SUNSHINE. ( aethele | ferdinand )#>> WELCOME TO MY DARK SIDE. ( detheknyght | jeritza )#{ scoots tags onto the characters i've either got multiple threads with or have plotted a dynamic with }
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